Maison has spent most of her life living a lie, alone and running. Running from her past. But when news spreads in her home town, she packs her life up and runs, anywhere, and preferably something small.
When she stumbles upon Wisteria cove, she se...
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The body was found with lacerations on the torso, thighs, and neck. Arteries were cut-
I cringe and shut the folder, reaching for the green one instead. I grab the DVD inside the opening and quickly inject it into my computer.
The screen loads before opening up the video I needed. The interrogation.
"Where were you on August 26th Mr. Hoffman?" Detective Jefferson questions. Mark Hoffman sits at the table, his head in his hands.
"I already told you. I was out of town visiting my brother."
"So you have an alibi then..."
"I don't know why you're here questioning me when you should be looking for the real killer!"
His outburst is going to cost him. They're going to call him defensive, crazy, irrational, and my personal fav, bipolar. I take note of it, making sure clear him once the time comes.
He slams a fist down on the table before sitting back in his chair.
The detective nods before standing up, his hands holding a folder. He reads over it for a moment.
"What relationship did you have with the victim? Hm? If I remember correctly you were married."
The man scoffs. "Yeah fifteen years ago. We've been divorced since then and haven't had any contact."
Jefferson raises a brow.
"No? Not even for your nineteen year old son?" The man remains silent.
I pause the video, jotting down a couple of key points from what I've seen so far.
Before I get a chance to play the video again, I hear the front door slam open against the wall.
"What the fuck?" I quickly shut my computer, standing to go see what the noise is. I swear to God if its River in a fit-
